How to love a girl who can't love herself. by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
How to love a girl who can't love herself.
one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
two.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
three.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says
How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself by CrumbledWings, literature
Literature
How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself
When you see her cry
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
Both visible
And non
touch each
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she
In my heart
There's a nail
Protruding long
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Less naive,
Less ho
It’s strange,
I can’t remember
The last time
That I felt
Hopeless
Or even if I have
Ever felt that way
It’s odd,
I see so much
Beauty
That comes from
Suffering
And deep
Pain
It seems like
So much
Beauty
Comes out of
Despair
Am I at a
Loss
Because I wasn’t
Abandoned
Like so many?
Am I missing
Something
Essential?
The human condition…
Does it hang on
Affliction
Or on
Joy?
Am I stuck here?
Can I make anything
Beautiful
If I haven’t seen
Ugly?
Or does knowing
Ugly
Prevent me from seeing
Beauty?
Hope.
Despair.
Which is stronger?
How can more people
Relate
To such terrible
Desolation,
T
dear fragile heart,
i'm sorry.
i'm sorry
that you bear
the tidal wave
of emotions that consume
every piece of me.
i'm sorry
that you beat
so wildly
because i am afraid
of the future.
dear fragile heart,
please keep hanging on.
the façade slips,
only to reveal a crumbling state of mind.
vulnerability is never allowed—not even for one moment.
but to go through such hardships; to witness such sights,
it is only a matter of time before he breaks down.
but he is the hope of humanity,
a soldier who holds the weight of the world upon his shoulders
yet he cannot understand—he cannot comprehend his importance.
he is not worthy to be a savior.
you cannot be considered such
when you cannot save anyone.
he cannot be strong
he cannot act as if nothing affects him
there is no such thing as ruthlessness;
merciless acts cannot be done
yet he is a soldier—a